Ghost Dance

The moon passed between the sun Three riders rode like they've always done A vision descended down from the sky They came to see the Wood Cutter speak In the Nevada town of Smith Valley His words shattered upon the canyon walls Come meet your sons Out on the rim of the world Torn from my home out on the plains When blood rained down from foreign blades Son, let me grasp your hand Children cried out on the range When fever hit, smallpox came We wept when the agents pushed us all to Hell We were born much the same But somewhere along the way You were shown a world That couldn't live without you I threw some grass into the air To see which way to face my mare Out somewhere, I heard the mission bells toll I must admit I see no shame In a violent road that violence paved Grandpa, I pray that you can understand I can still see them all Dancing under the stars We are dancing Out on the rim of the world Medicine man began to dance Scattered dust up in the air Behold a madness that shook the earth Clouds of gun smoke filled the air My brethren scattered everywhere To rest their heads, out beyond the ravine I can still see them all Dancing under the stars We are dancing Out on the rim of the world